The end of July is fast approaching and there is coming another major change in our lives. Ian is leaving home on August 3rd and we will be 'empty nesters'. The up side is...I get my garage back, almost.
Right now we are having our en suite bathroom renovated. The 'Banana' has Ian's furniture
stacked on top and all the stuff for the new bathroom underneath. My garage has been taken over by drywall, ceramic tile, sinks and other sundry building supplies. Not to mention all the boxes that Eileen and Ian have packed and the furniture they have salted away.
I had hoped to get the Banana to the paint shop by early September. I will be lucky if I can see it before then. I can count on Ian moving but our contractor is another story. The bathroom was supposed to be finished by August 5th but in light of recent goofs, we will be lucky if they are finished by Sept. 5th.
Last weekend we had Sienna's baptism and a small party of approx. 45 people back to the house. It was a lovely affair with enough food to feed 100. Believe it or not, there was beer left over. I sometimes think Linda has a bit of a masochistic streak in her. We are not as adept as we used to be in cleaning up after a party. Time was it would have to be done right away. Now that we don't have to work Monday morning, it seems to get stretched out over a few days.
Our next race event is the weekend after Labour Day at Watkin's Glen NY. SVRA has become a big part of our lives and we are looking forward to a week away, good friends, good racing,
reasonable food and a stay at rustic Seneca Lodge. Did I say 'rustic', that is a polite way of saying 'not up to our usual standards' but it is tradition. Up until 1994 they still had mattresses filled with straw, at least that is what we have been told. Even today, no fridge, no microwave, 6 channels on the TV, an old Bell 500 rotary phone (at least they have phones), and no breakfast before 8:00am. Which really sucks considering we are on our way to the track by 6:30am.
On Friday afternoon they do a race re-creation using the old 6 mile circuit that runs through the Town of Watkin's Glen. Last years was delayed by 2 hours when the lead car into corner one had his passenger (wife) fall out and proceeded to run over her with the rear wheel. My sometimes black and morbid sense of humour cannot fail to see the humour in this. Linda says I am sick. I think she may be right.
That is it for probably the rest of the week unless something unforetold or dramatic happens to our bathroom, like the tub ends up in the dining room.
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